Making your way in the world today.....

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?  Sometimes you want to go.........
Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same, 

You wanna go where everybody knows your name.


Love this theme song............sometimes in stressful days it's always good to know that someone out there is feeling the same way or trudging the same road.  Winter time = meeting time and tax time around the farm......and my favorite no doubt is meeting time!!  We are gone about 2 weekends out of the month to some locations better than others, but at a place where farmers gather together for information to start the next farm season in the best way possible.  Here we share ideas, and grow crops with in hours...........that's what farmers do best...........talk a crop that is already grown, harvested and sold...................

Gotta love the tales and stories that you hear, especially whose corn is bigger and better and so on.  The laughter of our kids playing and then the crying of those fighting with siblings and friends.  Its the place where one parent says you discipline my kid just as you would yours, and where you can walk off and know your kids are being watched by the bystanders just like their own.  Doesn't matter where we are or who we are with, you can feel the love and appreciation of the AMERICAN Farmer. 

You step out of yourself, look around and see that those around you feel and live the same way.  And as I look in I see that hard work and family is the tie that binds us all together...stories are all the same.

 

I guess its my giddyness that I enjoy these events, and times as adults where we can view agriculture around the US. We have met so many friends around the state and US that live as we do off the land.  

And the song fits...you wanna be where troubles are all the same.............and most importantly where everybody knows your name!!

I am Thankful to several organizations for allowing us the opportunity to be where everyone knows our name.............and the stories are all the same!!

God made my Farmer

 Well Thank You Super Bowl 47 and your commercials...............because the Paul Harvey "God made a farmer" has been the buzz for days!  If you didn't see it check out my link at the end.

 

Its amazing how a video and the right voice can stop your heart, create a tear and make you feel so connected!!  As many of you know I (we) didn't grow up on a farm nor did we ever rarely visit a farm.  But somewhere and somehow God led us to where we were supposed to be.  Throughout school I remember the kids that worked or missed school due to duties on the farm.  Especially laughing at the stories that the cows were out and they were tardy to school...........to be surprised that years later I would be sharing the same stories!!

I reminisce the mornings where a baby calf had to be bottle fed before I had to be at work by 7:30 am, and all the times I had been called home due to animals out of their pastures running the countryside.  Or the days where we would search for momma cows delivering new babies on our bellies thru briar patches and weeds, to confirm the safe delivery of another baby calf to the farm.  Some say I am crazy and still can't believe how life has changed for us.  But its the compassion we have and the love we share in raising Gods creatures............that every one is cared for as a pet and nothing less.

The nights where my farmer comes in at midnight to rise 5 hours later to get back to his job or the heat/cold of the day that I ponder how he can persevere.  The smell of grease and the film of dirt on everything we own is a statement to the lifestyle that we live.  Not just all animals on our farm, but growing and tending to the land also makes up our crazy life. Long days and nights in the field along with worrying what mother nature will do can make a person go crazy.  But its the good crazy that keeps us loving and working on the American Farm.  Not to mention raising 2 girls outside in the fields.........with the smell of manure and the sound of a tractor nearby.  My favorite all time memory is my 2 year old beside my leg as we fed cattle and watch and talked to them as they ate........her chewing gum fell out of her mouth, our dog decided to investigate and spit it out when he realized it was not for him.....to then turn as my child picked it back up off the ground and went to chewing again!  "Little dirt never hurt anyone right?"

Almost 11 years later we eat, sleep, and breathe farm life. Learning to incorporate a lifestyle we were both unaccustomed too financially and emotionally hasn't been easy...........but its the LOVE of our "hands in the dirt, hearts at work" that motivates our every moment!  Just another day in the life, of a farmers wife!

Paul Harvey's God Made a Farmer

 And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say,'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." So God made the farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. "So God made a farmer."
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